i moved into my present apartment at the end of june, with much help from dad. at the same time my landlord was trying to back out on my lease. having moved everything over, we immediately drove to washington dc for three days, and then back, after which my dad left, leaving me a big apartment i might shortly be moving out of, crappy hardwood floors, and no furniture.

in mid-july the couch and chair arrived that i had ordered in february. then i flew to tanzania for two weeks. came back from tanzania, hardwood floors miraculously refinished, everything covered in a layer of sawdust, luggage lost for 4 days, two weeks pass, then school starts.

somewhere in all that i forgot to move in.

i felt exhausted tonight with no motivation to do anything after discovering that i had nothing due tomorrow. i walked home, which is itself cathartic, and decided it was about freaking time to clean up my bedroom.

i swept and vacuumed. i wet swiffered and dry swiffered. i put together some shelves i’d bought from target weeks ago. i sorted clothes for the thrift shop. i moved the random miscellaneous crap to the other bedroom. and i finally put things away in my closet.

as of now, there are no longer any piles of anything on the floor of my room. and i am quite happy about that.